Haunted Novels & Stories

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

Just hearing it made the trees outside the window blur like home was hiding behind them. “Give me the rundown again,” William said, eyes still on the road. Alexandra reached for the wrinkled sheet of paper on the dash. “So, about a month ago, this group of teenagers decided to go poking around this supposedly haunted house on the edge of town—” William cut her off. “Haunted by what?” “Allegedly,” she said, “by a spirit who hates women. Legend says it targets girls—hangs them in the rafters.” “Oh,” I said dryly. “Awesome.”

EMILY I sat still on the couch, hugging myself as if that could chase away the feeling of fear that wouldn’t stop crawling over my skin. The dark had a way of making your thoughts louder, your heart beating faster, and your mind believing anything was possible. The entire house was dead silent, apart from the faint ticking of the wall clock. And then, snap. The power cut off completely. I jumped to my feet. “Kent?” He was already up, phone in one hand, his other hand reaching for the drawer where he kept a flashlight. “It’s the whole street,” he said, peeking out the window. “It’s not just here.”

The building was still as cold as they remembered. The corridors were silent to death. Dim lights add to the chillness of the walls. A certain odour lingered in the dark holes in the walls. It was a castle. But it seemed like nobody lived in it. A faint hint of blood entered Max's nostrils and he held his breath. It burnt his inside.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

I stood near the top of the grand staircase, leaning against the cold stone railing, watching the drama unfold on the floor below. Clara was holding a small leather travel bag, her hands shaking so violently that she could barely keep her grip on the handles. Her face was pale, sunken, and covered in a cold sweat. She looked like a girl who hadn't slept a single second, her eyes wide and bloodshot with absolute terror. "The house is haunted!" Clara cried out, her voice cracking as tears streamed down her cheeks. "I see faces at every corner of the house! Whenever I turn around, there is a shadow staring at me! I can't take it anymore, Luna Maria! I am losing m

I smile at the thought of calling Francis tonight to tell him about this, tell him about how I'd gone out on my own and made it back safely. ​We make it past two more of my mental checkpoints, with only three more left before my apartment complex. I turn a familiar corner but stop immediately when the shadows completely swallow my vision, taking out any speck of light and leaving nothing but blackness in its wake. Sassy tugs at the leash, but I don't move, my heart plummeting to the bottom of my chest within an instant. Horror blooms inside at not being able to tell whether my eyes were open or closed.

“What did Harmona do there?” She hesitated, biting her lip, before finally speaking. "It's... it's an eerie house. People say you can hear screams at night, and they say it's haunted," she said in a low voice, almost like she didn't want to believe her own words. "Everyone avoids it, because it’s scary…filled with dark magic." I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at the thought. Haunted? Screams in the night? What the hell was going on out there?

Katana The midnight fever descended on me, transporting me to another world full of scary ghosts, shadows, and a darkness that was just waiting to pounce upon me. This time around, I found myself in a forest haunted by ghosts of all ages, sizes, and types, kidnapping my mind and taking control of my body. I could hear their footsteps crunching over the ground behind me like a herd of hungry predators. My lungs constricted so tightly it felt as though they were going to explode

You can't help me. That dream. That dream. She's still hunting me. What does she want from me? I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry. My world is turning. My world is turning and turning. I see double. I'm getting dizzy. I'm seeing things. I'm seeing her. She's here. She's here with me. She's haunting me. I'm hearing her cry. I screamed as I covered my ears. I don't want to hear her. I hear her.